Love breathes. Love relaxes us, it restores what was lost and mends what was broken. It lets us feel whole and alive, a part of something bigger than ourselves.
Ultimately, it's not my pain, it's our pain that I feel every day, and the more I love myself, God and others, the more all our pain will be healed. And the more that I live in the energy of love that you, God and I generate, the more able I am to deal with the pain I face.
Not one person asked me how I got the black eye. Not the waitresses or the bartender, not the clerks behind the counters in the shops. Certainly, not the gas station attendant. Nobody asked. In fact, most people just kept their eyes averted from my face.
When we have a friendly relationship with ourselves, when we can listen kindly to our own experience and take our own side, we are far more likely to take action and risk the unknown.
Between my scientist and my cousin Donald I realized what "giving thanks" really means. It means looking in someone's eyes until you can see their vibrant colors beneath the chlorophyll, beneath the mask or the bravado or the prickly personality.
